Poem: Navigating Through a Broken City

There are things I will and will not do, Certain brothels I will not inhabit, Certain dueling pistols I will not buy, And certain houses in Amsterdam Where I do hope to end up if Everything else fails and There’s nothing left but for me to go to that brothel that I Do like where there’s Hawaiian music, weed, a man in a derby, And all sorts of other trifles.